I am bad in making choices. Either it’s order a simple lunch to what to wear (sometimes,
) and also major decisions. I don’t like making decisions. But they say to have the chance to do so is a luxury. Some people don’t get to choose have no freedom and that most of the live in unhappiness. But i think the other way. Choices makes life complicated ! And having to make a choice itself is not a freedom already.
Why do i say so ?
It’s simple. We can’t predict the future and we can only choose one among the choices.
This reminds me of a poem that i was ‘forced’ to study in my secondary school years. Here’s the poem, if you have time to read it, you will be able to get what i am trying to say.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
by Robert Frost
It is until i have to make big decisions that i started to appreciate this poem (and also because i will not be tested in exam for this poem
) I especially like the lines in italics. I wonder how it would be like if i choose another route that that one that i have chosen. I wonder whether the other route gives greater satisfaction and happiness. And i also wonder whether the other route will turn me into a completely different person altogether.
There will be sighs and smiles when you look back at the crossroads. There will also be tears of happiness and sadness. And of course there will be more ‘what if…’ assumptions. Yes they are all written in the history of your life. Cannot be changed and cannot be overwritten. They make up who we are today.
But it makes me wonder, what made us choose what we have chosen? Is it the state of mind at that time? Or is it driven by strong emotions? And how would each of them make the difference in our lives?